CHAPTER 892: CHAPTER 892: NOT RECOMMENDED TO KEEP THIS CHILD

Nora Northwood’s expression immediately became cautious. She crossed her arms resolutely in front of her chest and said, "You can’t force me to use my hands!"

She regretted it immensely, feeling that her hands were no longer clean.

"If you want, actually... there are other ways."

As Jasper Sinclair said this, his gaze moved upward from her chest, stopping at the corner of her lips, clearly unsatisfied.

Nora was stunned for a second before she understood what he meant.

Gritting her teeth, she called his name, "Get rid of all the dirty thoughts in your head."

"I’ll listen to my wife."

"The prenatal checkup is tomorrow, do you want to come along?"

"Do you plan to go alone otherwise?"

Nora thought that he was too busy with work to take out half a day.

The next day’s prenatal check had both of them filled with anxiety.

There were a few tests where family members were not allowed, so Jasper stayed in the obstetrics director’s office waiting for the test report.

The tests finished half an hour earlier than expected.

Led by a young nurse, Nora pushed open the door to the office and was momentarily stunned.

Immediately, she felt all the hairs on her body stand on end.

"What’s going on?"

Jasper’s face quickly shifted from stern to calm, but the doctor cowered in a corner of the desk betrayed him.

"Nora, let’s go home."

The man grabbed Nora’s wrist, unintentionally using too much force, causing her to wince in pain.

"I haven’t gotten the test report yet."

Nora struggled a bit, anxious about her prenatal check results.

"We don’t need it."

Although pregnancy can make reactions sluggish, Nora hadn’t become that slow yet.

She turned to look at the papers scattered on the ground, which might be her medical report.

But why were they on the floor?

A bad feeling surged into Nora’s heart.

Ignoring everything else, she squatted down and grabbed a random A4 paper report.

Sure enough, her name was on it.

Mixed English and professional terms made her head spin.

Nora asked tremblingly, "Is there a problem with the prenatal checkup?"

She began to recall her changes during pregnancy: reduced appetite, abnormal drowsiness, persistent lethargy...

Not hearing Jasper’s voice, she turned to ask the doctor, "Director Chapman, is there a problem with my prenatal test report?"

The person addressed as Director Chapman cautiously looked at Jasper, not daring to speak without permission.

At this moment, he was being intensely stared at by Jasper, whose eyes were filled with a rare fierceness.

Director Chapman didn’t dare to glance a second time and turned away, swallowing nervously.

"Mrs. Sinclair..."

Faced with the chief physician’s hesitation, Nora’s temper flared up. She roared, "The baby is in my stomach, not his. Why are you looking at him? Tell me, what’s going on!"

"Based on the current situation, we do not recommend you keep this child."

Hearing Director Chapman’s words, Nora felt herself plunging into an ice cave.

She couldn’t believe that after all her anticipation, this was the outcome.

She asked, "Why?"

"During your pregnancy, you took a lot of medication, and you have been in long-term contact with substances like pollen fragrances. Your rest time has been insufficient, and the child is at risk of... deformity after birth."